Tomorrow’s Hallelujah {For When You Feel Weak}

It always begins the same—a thousands specks of light converge above the right eye and break into pierces and prickles of pain coursing through my entire body. Some episodes I can muscle through, others lay me flat, as was the case this last time. From my upstairs bed I can hear the world moving on without me. The boy is bypassing breakfast in favor of Halloween candy from the entryway jar. His dad admonishes him not to slam the door, “Don’t forget, your mom isn’t feeling well.”

How I hate being the wife/mom/friend who doesn’t feel well. For several years now I’ve reluctantly accepted life with this stubborn autoimmune disorder. Because of it I have missed out on things I love. I have also seen the patience and kindness of steadfast love in the gracious care of family and friends. I lay blanketed in the woven mingle of guilt and appreciation…

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No Filter Friday {Groupon, Cricket Sandwiches, Wounded Masculinity, Prozac and Politics}

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*Note: Read to the end. There are bonus points to be given away in the last paragraph.  Oh to read another’s thought bubble. Well, each and every Friday is your lucky, filter-free day!  What’s the deal with Groupon? Why do … Continue reading